My name is Xuanshuang, I am a goddess in the sky, ranked nineth, so people close to me always call me a little nine.

But that's all I remember.

Brother Shuishen said, I am the youngest child of the Heavenly Monarch and Queen of Heaven, and I have had the prophecy of the divine realm since I was born. But a long, long time ago, when he was in a catastrophe, he was plotted by a minor god, his consciousness was damaged, and his memory was lost. Now I have to cultivate in this Void Divine Realm of the Heavy Heaven, and there is only Sister Luan'er by my side to take care of my food, clothing, and daily life.

I'm really trying to remember my past, but I can only keep back to the few people in my mind from time to time.

Brother Shuishen will always patiently tell me that the man in white and white robe is my father, and the person in light clothes is my sister.

But I still can't even remember my face.

Whenever I blamed myself for not remembering who that person was, Brother Shuishen would always gently carry me to the bed, take out the pills prepared for me, and comfort me: "Good Xiaojiu, don't worry, let's take our time and take the medicine first." ”

The pill was a little bitter, but it allowed me to sleep soundly.

In my dreams, I would see a lot of people, and they would smile at me and stretch out their hands, "Come here." ”

I am Xuanshuang, the princess of the Protoss. I guess so.

The demon world, a heavy sky, Linchun Palace, on the main hall.

This name was taken by Chao Luan'er himself, although he brought a spring character, but the surrounding area seemed to have nothing to do with the spring character. There is no daylight in the demon world, and there is no spring. The eight black and shiny stone pillars propped up the huge stone platform and covered the top of the head, and not half of the moonlight could find a gap to slip in. There were only sporadic green ghost fires, embedded in the stone pillars, and the bricks under their feet could barely be seen.

She kept her head down like that, counting one block after another, turning over and over a total of 1,860 bricks, and she had already counted them.

He's been a little longer this time.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go and see, the man walked in from outside the temple gate, and the white clothes were particularly dazzling in the dark hall.

"She's making a fuss?" Chao Luan'er greeted her, although her steps were hurried, there was no worry on her face.

Jun Qiye didn't answer, but just asked, "When will Jun Shang come out of the customs?" ”

"I don't know, but I've already arranged for someone to keep an eye on it. Only when the father goes out of the customs, he immediately knows. She wanted to ask her how she was and why it had taken so long this time. But she was a little hesitant, she knew that she looked so desperate before every medication, and every time she took the medicine, she just ended up hurting both of them. But after pondering for a while, he still asked, "This time, what did Xiao Jiu think of?" ”

"From today onwards, don't call the name Xiao Jiu anymore, and don't appear in anything related to her past."

"Why didn't Brother Qi just let her return to the god position?"

Jun Qiye glanced at him and didn't speak.

In fact, Chao Luan'er knew the reason, and she said this somewhat ridiculously. As long as Le Wuwu returns to the godhood, he will no longer be the little fairy who is lying on the bed crying, but the princess of the Nine Heavenly Que. With their previous entanglements, it must be impossible. "I've almost used the love pill, I don't know if I can hold on until my father is out of the customs."

Jun Qiye gritted his teeth, "I'll find a way." I'll go back to the divine realm first, and then call me if I have something. ”

"Okay."

Chao Luan'er raised his feet and sent Jun Qiye to the door of the palace, watching him disappear after turning around on the green bricks at the door, not looking at her, and muttering: "You are really blessed." ”

Thinking back to the first time she saw this Brother Qi, she didn't know that he was the son of the Water God of the Divine Realm at that time, and she was just a little Divine Monarch who had defected from the Divine Realm.

The white dress was as bright as the moon, and softly called her name: "Sister Luan'er." ”

The magic world of the thousand-year-old autumn night seems to be a spring solstice.

She inquired several times, only to learn that it was the seventh son of the water god of the divine realm, and he was originally a serious god monarch in his prime.

But this time, he came to surrender.

Originally, she didn't participate in these things, she just liked to practice formations and play with flowers and plants. But from the moment she saw him, she also became the person in the bureau, and even asked her father for the position of liaison officer, from the eightfold heaven to this heavy heaven, just to see that person every ten days.

What a barren heaven! Except for the realm of nothingness where resentment continues, there is not even a ghost.

Back then, the Demon Lord broke with the Heavenly Monarch, and gathered the power of heaven and earth in the Nine Heavens to split the four heavens, and since then the day and night have been divided, and the demon realm will always be dark and the divine realm will always be day. The war has been fought for a hundred years, and the resentment generated by the soldiers who have been fighting and dying in the two worlds of gods and demons has been growing in the realm of nothingness, and there are no more living beings in the sky.

And she, like an exile, stayed in this barren place for more than three hundred years, just to catch a few glances at him.

In the past three hundred years, he has come and gone in a hurry, but he has slowed down in the past half a month, and he has almost lived in this demon palace.

But it has nothing to do with her.

She walked slowly to the dormitory, and saw the orange-red candlelight in the room.

She smiled helplessly, this was the only warm color in the entire demon world.

He said that he was afraid that she would not be used to it, so he brought a lot of candles from the lower realm to ensure that the candles were bright, just like the long night in the mortal world.

She thought to herself, can you really tell the difference? She used to be blind, but now that she has recovered, can she really distinguish between the candle flame that is as bright as the warm sun and the ghost fire that is like a gloomy and gloomy ghost?

When he pushed the door in, Le Wuwu was already asleep. After a few days of rest, her face was not as pale as it was when Half Moon came here. The thin lips have returned to their brightness, and even the gray hair between the sideburns has returned to black.

She had to admit that happiness was beautiful.

It is a transcendent beauty that is difficult to describe in words.

Chao Luan'er, a woman in this demon world, has seen a lot, and she has never given in, because it is generally that kind of charming.

And Le Wuwu is different, it is a kind of brightness that has no way to produce a trace of blasphemy thoughts, and a red lotus flower in the center of her eyebrows reflects her red lips, and she compares the demon world woman to her before she opens her eyes. Even if it is the many concubines of the father, whether it is the demons and immortals, they are not as dusty as her.

If it was all bright and dusty, it would be fine, but as soon as she opened her eyes, those eyes were like a touch of the morning sun on the vast river, looking at you like this, you can light up all the surroundings without speaking.

The clarity of life, she wanted to be jealous but couldn't be jealous.

Chao Luan'er looked at her chest that was rising and falling from steady breathing, and her face was wrinkled and her tears stained, which showed the intensity of the previous struggle.

But the horns were tucked tightly.

"You're a blessing." She couldn't help but say it again.

At first, she had thought of deliberately saying something wrong, so that Jun Qiye would often come to see her. But later, after seeing the heart-rending feeding process and Jun Qiye's caution, she began to be afraid.

She didn't dare, she couldn't bear it.

She gently cast a spell to smooth out the quilt and the stains on it. I think Jun Qiye shouldn't have had time to cook these at that time.

The feather fan-like eyelashes moved, "Sister Luan'er, is Brother Water God gone?" ”

There was something inexplicable in her heart, and he couldn't help but be a little humble with caution.

For fear that Le Wuwu would have everything possible to remember the past, he didn't even dare to tell his name.

"Yes, Brother Water God, he's gone, I'll come back to see you later. Go to sleep. ”

Is such a day without memory a blessing or a tragedy? She felt some sympathy for her.